Gardens

Yesterday I saw a beautiful row of gardens along the board walk in Kincardine. It looks like every few feet a new garden begins, sponsored by people who make each their own. I wondered if at some time in the summer there is a contest to vote on the most beautiful garden.

Each one was unique. Some had an inviting chair in the midst of the flowers, others had an angel or some other ornament. As I write this I am looking out at the neighbour's garden. They have a vegetable garden that looks so pristine and a flower garden. They also have a number of feeders and birdhouses. While I've been visiting I've enjoyed watching a woodpecker and its baby. Then there is the garden a bit further out belonging to the nursing home. There for the residents to enjoy and help tend to give them that feeling of home.

I think we are all growing a garden of one sort or the other. We spend our days planting seeds we wish to see bloom. We also see the harvest of seeds we weren't fully conscious we had planted. Thoughts are seeds and thoughts are prayers. I'm aware that when the neighbour wants to harvest lettuce, he plants lettuce seeds, not apple seeds. So if you want to know what tomorrow's harvest will look like, be aware of what you've been planting in the past.

Pic... Fireworks... bright and awe inspiring... like our thoughts can be to our life experience.